Slings and Shackles - Chapter 11
Slings and Shackles
© 2021
by
Jonathan Longhorn
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Warning: This story contains scenes of intense BDSM domination and submission. Please read another of my stories if intense BDSM bothers you.
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Chapter 11
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a dull chain saw. Like, really thick.
I lay in the harness sling gasping and whimpering. My body was still in the ‘come down’ stage from the full blown toes-to-nose uber extreme orgasm that erupted through me as Master Kent finished throwing a fuck into me that would have made a whale’s eyes cross.
I attempted to open my eyes a couple of times but I was currently seeing so many stars that I expected the USS Ball Buster (NCC-6900) to sail into view at any moment.
And when I finally opened my eyes, I saw that the Starship had actually arrived. Standing between my legs was Captain Logan VanRyn (the ‘ball buster’ himself) and from the looks of the monster weapon standing straight up between his legs, I would say he was locked, loaded, and ready to do battle. And my dripping pussy was the target he intended to conquer into its finality.
Okay. I’ll stop with the space jabber now.
Master Logan stood between my outstretched legs. His massive eleven plus inch cock with the ‘cathedral balls of all cathedral balls’ hanging from its root and that purple plum-sized head pulsing and drooling precum. The juices of his essence flowed down the head and over the ridge and then coated their way down the thick, throbbing shaft to those huge balls.
My pussy twitched and winked even as I caught myself licking my lips. He caught it, too.
“Your pussy cunt is drooling Master Kent and Master Kelly’s cum but it looks like it is begging for more,” Master Logan said with a rather sinister grin spreading across his face. “Not to worry, unless you use your safe word immediately, I am going to throw a fuck into you that will have your eyeballs bouncing into the next county.”
Gulp.
That sounded like a hell of a fuck.
I had seen him fuck his subs countless times before and it truly would be a hell of a fuck.
Those words and phrases from earlier were still ringing in my ears and imbedding deeper as my mind was being continually rewritten:
‘Your days as an Alpha Top Dom are over.’
‘You will never Dom again.’
‘You will never fuck again.’
‘You are castrated.’
‘You have a boyclit. An adorable but useless boyclit.’
‘You are a complete, total 100% submissive ravenous cocksucker with an insatiable pussy cunt.’
‘Your pussy cunt is built for fucking and breeding by a REAL MAN’s COCK.’
‘Your duty is to service and worship a REAL MAN’s COCK with your cocksucker mouth and your pussy cunt.’
I dwelled on those words and phrases for a few moments as I gazed at Master Logan’s hard, thick, dripping with precum REAL MAN’s COCK. I could feel my pussy cunt twitching. Was it hunger? Anxiety? Both?
“This is it, boy,” Master Logan said as he looked down upon me. He towered over me and his cock towered over my pussy cunt. My breath caught in my throat, again. “This is it. Who would have ever thought ‘you’ would become a pussyboy? But here we are. The final act, as it were.” Great reference considering me being an award-winning Hollywood actor. “I’m going to nail the lid on your Dom status. I’m going to nail the lid on your new status as a cock hungry pussyboy. Your duty from now on will be to get on your knees and worship a REAL MAN’s COCK or to give up your pussy cunt for fucking and breeding. You’re toast, boonie boy.”
boonie boy? I was boonie boy now?
Master Logan took a step forward between my legs and bent his rock hard cock downward slightly so that he could press it to my hole. My hole? My pussy cunt. Still dripping with Master Kelly’s and Master Kent’s cum. The perfect lube for him to slide into me. Any moment now, he would slide into me. He nestled it into my pussy lips and his eyes locked on mine once again. This was it. He was going to slide that monster into me now.
Correction.
‘Slam’ into me.
“What is the verdict, boonie boy,” Master Logan asked. “Safe word or finish this.”
‘Firehose’. That was was my safe word. I could call a stop to this right here, right now before it went any further, but I knew it was already too late. Yeah. I was toast. I gazed up at Master Logan and I gave him the opening he needed.
“Do it,” I said softly but with a conviction and maybe a tint of challenge. I’m still unsure if the challenge part of that was for him, or—me. “Finish me.”
With one mighty earth-shaking thrust, Master Logan ‘slammed’ his entire length into me. His huge balls slapped against the upturned cheeks of my ass.
“Oommpphh!”
“Take it, boy. You’re hungry for it. This is what you need,” Master Logan grunted out as he withdrew to the head and then slammed back into me. Those strategically placed mics picked up the sound of his cock splitting open my hole; they picked up the sounds of his mighty balls crashing and smashing against my ass.
“Oommpphh!”
The crowd was eating it up. The roar coming from off stage was like a hundred thousand screaming fans at a Super Bowl. A concert of the ages. It was deafening. It was a ravenous roar. They wanted this. They wanted to see the Dom fucked out of me for good. Even the ones who didn’t know me wanted this. They…were…rabid.
“Oommpphh!”
“Oommpphh!”
“Oommpphh!”
“Take it, boy! Take it all!” Master Logan’s thrust became more volatile. My entire body shook with each slam into me. Fuck! More than my eyeballs would bounce and roll into the next county. He was going to fuck my soul, my very ‘being’ into the next county to bounce and roll with my eyeballs!
The head of the harness sling rose slowly until I was able to actually see Master Logan’s battering ram slam into my pussy cunt. Thrust after thrust after thrust, I could see him splitting me open and him disappearing inside me. Each thrust, I could see and ‘feel’ his huge balls smashing against my cheeks.
“Oommpphh!”